Stories of Ansalon from the view of Radagor.

Astinus says 'Enter the main library here to view only the author list.'
Astinus gently places a metal bound tome on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Radagor' scribed in light yellow ink.

It was boring for the gnome, I have given everything on mine have been
made more than an hour ago, equal short glasses of the filled paper, the
sorted jewels, and a small black stone, to lessons magic remained even the
whole two hours, and the gnome having wrapped up in a plaid and having
kindled to it is red a fireplace, I froze this summer and I tried to
represent work. In other he froze all the time how many himself remembered.
Has filled up his and his tribespeople with snow, all have died, but to it
mother has put the small black stone tying heart and soul to a body and when
they were found the priestess of Mishakal could return it to life, however
and in 30 years the cold did not want to leave his body.
Fast footfall of heels on a ladder has returned the gnome from gloomy
memoirs. She has flown as a hurricane, has made turnover round its
pivot-center. The cheerful dress has scattered a fan. "Ra!!! How to you my
new dress?, the father has purchased!". His stepsister was 20 years old, and
he loved her, the father was old and for a long time was practically not
engaged in affairs of mine, the dress was chosen by him, but he was not
going to speak to it about it now, people to try too quickly, the father
wanted that he has taken his place, he wanted to become a magician. But to
leave affairs it was not represented possible, the stepbrother was the
spendthrift and the idler, he would go through a fortune in a month, the
sister was too young and naive, and in gratitude that the father has
sheltered him, and more because of affection for the sister he did family
business.
"Ra have gone to the small river! Well please! You should be on air! The
doctor has so told" to Argue with the sister was useless, but on the small
river there was no wish to go, as in other and on the street. The brother
planned obviously bad recently, the money allocated for a month has ended at
it two weeks ago, and at this time his brain actively developed plans for
elimination of a usurper of business In other this morning the brother has
decreased in Palanthas.
They stood on the bridge, and time slowly, flowed, it murmured about the, he
thought of the and to them it was good. Time came to an end, it needed to go
for occupation. The gnome has turned the head and has seen three children
from gang of the brother blocking an exit from the bridge as in other and
from other side of the bridge. Today probably it should swim for a while.
But he obviously did not want to swim. Fighting magic it is impossible to
apply, differently this exception of school of magic and not to cope it one
spell with six. Hands have begun to spin a spell on the bridge, and have
finished in you weed a body became a lung, and water has ceased to hold down
movements. The cockleshell somewhere shall be this cockleshell, hands
rummage on pockets, lungs to be broken off by wild pain, have groped hands,
there will be a shallow soon. It is necessary to learn to float.
The small river has thrown out the gnome not far from mine of the father,
there was no wish to go for occupation, having created an invisibility spell
the gnome has slipped in mine. Deeply the magic workshop was below two
levels lower than the last miners at the gnome. Magic lightnings lit up a
cave, cutting on spark stones. Especially strong lightning has punched a
wall stone, to the room green gas has rushed. Gas has flashed from a hot
stone and fire has gone down for a wall. The cave has shuddered, a floor has
gone down and the heavy stone has torn off to the gnome consciousness.

The darkness, cold, pain where that rats peep, the right hand doesn't
move, on left there isn't enough finger, heavy the block pressed down a half
of a body. The gnome raised the left hand, he needs light. He could create
light the right healthy hand instantly. But to do gesture by the left hand
without finger it wasn't taken out painfully and not conveniently. From the
third time, the small yellow sphere laid down to legs, rats ran up but isn't
far. It is necessary to lift a stone, the spell of force turned out from the
first, but the stone didn't even move. The gnome was exhausted and went off
to a leaden sleep. The gnome from a sting wakened, the sphere of light
burned down and rats returned. Having created the sphere of light the gnome
began to reflect, the spell of force didn't help. Fighting spells will be
useless too. The spell of freedom of hands was difficult, and only for the
fourth days it was possible. Pushing in a stone the left hand the gnome on
millimeter got out from under a stone. Having felt hungry, the magic
lightning hit a rat, fire from hands allowed to fry thoroughly it, tasty and
cheap. The gnome took a stone and began to knock on a wall. It not to
cunning craft was taught by his father.
In a month of knock, from that party knock in reply sounded. Who there? The
gnome was presented. And it is your brother, die an animal there, the mine
was closed, the father died under a blockage and nobody ever will hear you.
Two more months the gnome tried to knock, but the hope left him. The right
hand during this time practically healed, on a leg it was possible to become
without pain. And there is almost no rat left in the district or they
diligently avoided it? Anyway there was nothing to do here and the gnome
began to go down in a network of underground tunnels.
In a year of circulations on tunnels, the gnome found the thrown library,
many books were written in unknown language, but many were quite read, and
schemes of magic books though not from the first, but gave in to
application, near library there was a small lake in which big bezglazy pink
fishes were found. The gnome lodged in library and began to study books. The
gnome didn't see two moon, but he learned to define the direction of the
third sister. The more the gnome read books, the more accurately it
understood where to be the third moon. Sometimes in a dream she was to him
and they talked.
In one not good morning, walls of library began to tremble, someone very big
went on the tunnel. The gnome jumped out, the spell of invisibility
dissolved it and he was killed into a crevice between rocks. The dragon huge
black, he smelled him and began to look for. Two weeks, the gnome hid in a
crevice. The dragon didn't see him but felt, sometimes the fiery wall of
breath passed absolutely near a crevice, and the gnome understood that he to
him will cease to carry soon. The dragon burned library.
The dragon has fallen asleep, the gnome has quietly gone down to the lake,
has got a black stone, has swallowed it. I have got a cockleshell, it has
practically collapsed but has to give him a little time. I have taken a
stone and I have entered the lake. The gnome quietly fell by a bottom, in
the center of the lake there was a crevice the gnome has entered it and
water flow has incurred him in the unknown direction. The cockleshell has
begun to collapse soon and the gnome has begun to choke. In other the hope
was that the black stone once again will rescue him and will throw out it
where that where the priest of Mishakal will return him to life. The gnome
prayed for it, the cockleshell has collapsed, ice water has burned lungs and
the gnome has failed in darkness.

The gnome has seen the body from outside, he means nevertheless has died.
The black stone in inside it still tied soul to a body, but slowly, but
steadily the stone thawed. And dragged soul in chaos. In other the hope
still was. The body of the gnome lay obviously on an altar, and the gnome
should understand to what god to pray the priest. The priest has entered, a
black cassock with a yellow skull. The gnome also couldn't present the worst
option the priest of Chemosh. Priests restored bodies to life, by wrest of
soul from chaos, perverted her and forced a body to serve him. An
indispensable condition was exact death of a body and passing of soul of
gate of chaos. Therefore whether priests resorted to a number of the
ceremonies giving them the answer to a question the body is dead or not, and
at least days to be sure that the soul has managed to merge with chaos also
waited.
The priest has broken to ritual. The candles giving light in an altar were
painted in yellow color. The black stone in the gnome was reduced to a mote,
the mote was dissolved, and has begun to drag soul of the gnome in chaos.
The gnome resisted, the infinite cold tore apart him, but still kept. The
priest has raised a hand and has made the finishing movement a hand. Has
jerked soul and has placed in a body, dinned in the ears obey, the yellow
luminescence is black went from the priest's hands to the gnome. No!!!,
flash of red magic has removed the priest's luminescence literally on a
meter floor. In the opinion of the priest the deadly fright has begun to
shine. The priest has begun to pray, and bloated satyr with a goat skull
head has appeared near the priest, the red luminescence began to weaken, and
the heavy wave of weakness has hit the gnome. Flash of black light and a
figure of the young dark-haired man has covered the gnome's look from satire
and the priest. The gnome has lightened.
The priest was mistaken, the body of the priest has to die the figure has
cried out. Satires I have laughed whom you protect he even not yours! The
figure has answered he will be mine you will be? Yes, I swear the gnome has
answered. Satires I have laughed the body has to die but not soul, a staff
has struck the priest, cadaveric worms have right there got from already
dead body. The soul of the priest has jumped out and has joined the gnome's
body. Satires I have laughed let understand, let the figure has answered and
both of them were gone.
The gnome has fallen from an altar, twisted it turned out, hands and legs
didn't want it to obey, in a brain the priest's voice sounded. How many has
passed time the gnome didn't remember, but over time he managed to agree
with the priest, and generally the priest has turned just into the fellow
traveler, in some measure of their soul have mixed up. He no longer feels
cold.
The tavern group of young people had fun, not the young man at the head sat,
on the entered gnome the company has cried what that would go away. From
hands of the gnome two fiery spheres have broken and all visitors of a
tavern have burned down alive. The gnome has found the sister, she has not
recognized him, but it left her star diamond one of the few treasures which
have got to it from caves.
The gnome has looked at the sky where three moon floated and I have gone to
a tower to carry out the oath.

The Storytellers of Ansalon, The DragonLance MUD

Astinus points to the massive wall of books behind him and bids you to make a selection.